Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Television,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.